Hera: *chokes*

SUL TETTO DEL MONDO CI SONO QUATTRO RAGAZZI ITALIANI

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

so a racist got utterly demolished in less than 30 seconds on the New Zealand morning news on Monday and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen

who knew a white guy could be capable of such an iconic response, he knows what’s up and is having none of that shit, every other white guy take notes tbh

Gigi Proietti 02/11/1940 - 02/11/2020 💔

Per me resterai sempre il Conte Duval 🎩

The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother; Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) dir. Alfonso Cuarón

“JKR didn’t start out like this she was radicalized!”

She, like most fascists, started out with antisemitism. It’s obvious in the HP series. It’s obvious in the Goblins. It’s obvious in how she treated the Deathly Hollows symbol (specifically with Mr. Lovegood’s casual wearing of the symbol, despite it being a symbol for a genocide)

Despite the diversity that is within the UK, most of the students at Hogwarts are implied white, British, and Christian. The exceptions being the Patel twins and Cho Chang. 2 of which were the last ditch dates for our Love Struck Heros and were treated horribly, 1 of whom has two different last names and is generally treated horribly by the narrative. Our resident Irish family has “too many kids” and is poor with little social mobility. Welsh students? Where? Scots? 1 Scottish professor in a Scottish school. Black? Only in the movies, and even then subject to change if they happen to become a main character’s love interest (See: Lavender Brown). Oh and don’t forget the House slaves Elves!

Queer characters? Word of G-d we have one gay character and a horrid metaphor for the AIDs epidemic.

My point? Despite the fact that her books managed to radicalize a good portion of her audience, that was a happy accident. We were a happy accident who took the class metaphor she wanted us to see and RAN with it into social justice to fight for anyone who was being oppressed. Because We made the connections for ourselves.

JKR was never progressive. She was a bigoted Centrist at best.

She might not have started out radicalized but she was sure as hell an easy target. Because she was already bigoted in other ways. Being openly transphobic is just one of the more acceptable ways to be a bigot amongst “feminists” in Britain.

Ma ora, parliamo seriamente, chi vuoi che s’innamori mai di una come me? Sono brutta, acida, timida, ho la muraglia cinese intorno a me e non riesco a distruggerla neanche con tutte le mie forze. Nessun ragazzo si gira per guardarmi, né mi guarda a lungo pensando “Quanto cazzo è bella”, nessuno vuole stringere amicizia con me ed a nessuno interessa quello che penso. Non sono magra, non ho dei lunghi capelli lisci che, mannaggia, stanno sempre a posto, non ho delle cosce che non si toccano tra loro, non ho la pancia piatta, non ho degli occhi verdi con sfumature azzurre, non ho milioni di corteggiatori, anzi, nemmeno uno, non indosso vestitini corti ed attillati, non ascolto la musica che tutti ascoltano, non ho l’ask pieno di complimenti, non mi piace uscire il sabato sera, non mi piace ballare e non sono brava a cantare, non ho nulla di speciale. Sono pessimista al massimo, passerei la vita a leggere e guardare film, amo gli abbracci, odio le persone, ho troppi sogni nel cassetto e la percentuale che uno di loro si realizzi è al 2%, sono iper sensibile, piango per la minima cosa, anche che non mi riguardi, sono terribilmente ansiosa e mi innervosisco facilmente, odio aspettare ma, alla fine, è quello che faccio da quando sono nata. Voglio tanti tatuaggi, e piercing, e dilatatori, sono piena di cicatrici, sia fuori che dentro, non mi fido delle persone e, quando lo faccio, finisce male. Mi addormento ogni notte piangendo e mi sveglio ugualmente, il mio incubo peggiore è la vita ed il mostro sotto al letto è diventato il mio migliore amico. Sono triste, sempre triste, sempre di più, tutti i sorrisi che faccio sono uno scudo per evitare che tutti si facciano troppe domande e mi considerino una debole. Non sono brava in niente, mi faccio schifo. Ora, dimmi tu, chi cazzo si innamorerebbe di me?!

-c-ity-0f-demons (via c-ity-0f-demons)

I think a tattoo needle drilling through my skin would make me feel better right now

"She could fly around District 12 all she liked, but she and her mockingjays could never harm him again."

Yeah, you thought that this was the end

Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same